The boy I love to death
isn't your definition of beauty.
He doesn't always know
the right things to say
and he drives me mad quite often.
Yet, his contagious laughter,
his wide smile, his loving nature,
his sense of humor,
his patience and his willingness
to always be there for me
no matter the time or weather,
outnumber his very few flaws.
This boy manages to remind me
of myself when we are actually
different for the most part.
He completes me in a very
strange way I can't describe.
He never disappoints me
and is able to do anything
just to make me happy.
So, why would I want
a good looking with a six pack
and rising popularity but no feelings
like every other girl
when I already have
the most caring boyfriend ever?
If that's not what perfection is
then I don't know what is.
